Love's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Love’s gas station was usually quiet, a delivery driver pulled in with an unusual request. He asked the attendant for directions not to the usual stops but to ‘the place where the moon rises over the old barn.’ The attendant scratched his head and pointed towards a small dirt road behind the station. The delivery driver nodded gratefully and drove off into the early morning mist. An hour later, as the sun began to rise, Love’s owner emerged from his office, saw the empty tanker, and laughed aloud. Turned out, it was just another neighbor stopping by for coffee before heading to his farm.

2. At midnight, when Love’s gas station was dark and empty, a delivery driver pulled in for a quick break. The clock on the wall ticked ominously as he stretched out his legs, unaware that someone was watching him from behind the counter. Suddenly, an old photo of the owner’s grandma appeared on the cash register screen with a message: ‘Don’t you dare leave before saying hi!’ Startled, the driver waved awkwardly and mumbled something about needing to use the bathroom. As he walked away, he heard a faint voice whispering, “Next time bring flowers!”

3. At sunset, when Love’s gas station was already closed for the day, a curious neighbor popped in to check on the lights. The door creaked open softly, revealing an unexpected sight: the cash register hummed gently, as if playing a slow melody. Curious, the neighbor peered inside and saw only the soft glow of the register. Suddenly, it started playing ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’—over and over again. A delivery driver, passing by later that night, thought it was hilarious and left a note on the window: ‘Love’s is open for business—just ask for Elvis.’

4. At dusk, when Love’s gas station was almost deserted, an old man approached the counter and asked, ‘Do you sell moonlight here?’ The clerk smiled and replied, ‘Only gasoline, sir.’ Just then, a delivery driver walked in, grumbling about his late shift. He leaned over and whispered to the old man, ‘I’ll trade you my midnight coffee for your moonlight.’ They both laughed, and the old man left with a warm smile. At closing time, the clerk noticed two cups of cold coffee on the counter—one labeled ‘Moonlight,’ the other ‘Midnight Coffee.’